CyberASSAULT

Pain slams into you as you open your eyes. The radioactive desert sands blister your skin and...

suck away your last ounces of strength.
Struggling to your feet you take inventory: wounded body, a chaingun
with one last clip of ammo, one fragmentation grenade, and the iron
will to look past those odds. Corpses of Blackhand's entire
regiment litter the ground around you. Only a few survivors remain,
and calling them survivors is a stretch.

Wild bolts of lightning blast across the sky, announcing the
death of Yet another of the reborn. In the tracks left by the
lightning,graceful, metal wings can be seen, beating against the gray
clouds. She is coming for you, the reborn. Slapping your last clip
into your chaingun, you watch as the avenging angel drops out of
the sky and lands before you, folding her wings around her body like
a cloak. A Black metal hand draws a white blade from the
glinting scabbard at her hip. As the avenging angel raises
the blade to strike, you compress the trigger and begin firing.

A hail of bullets wash over the winged woman, most just
bouncing off her black skin like sand in the wind. Grimly,
you pull the pin on the grenade and hold your last hope in
your hand. You may be dead a minute from now, but you are
determined not to go alone... This is your last stand, this is war,
this is, CYBERASSAULT...